[Fang smooths her fingers over her mark, satisfied with the outcome. Oerba Yun Fang is carved plainly in the trunk, among so many other names. And for a moment she stares at the whole picture, as if they are one giant family.
Just like it had been in Oerba.
She shakes her head and hands the knife back to him.]
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Just like it had been in Oerba.
She shakes her head and hands the knife back to him.]
Sort of like a legacy, huh? I'm Fang, by the way.